The title of this poem couldn’t be simpler: Thoughts. My father was thinking and writing and, it seems, regretting his decision to join the volunteers heading for the Middle East. Here’s the first verse:
In the album I found a few photos of Arabs snapped in the simplicity of their daily lives. This one really narrows it down: a shadeless desert, a man stopping to pray, a curious and patient camel. Bowing over his mat in prayer, the Arab blocks out the Allied soldier behind the camera lens, and… Continue reading
Like this week’s photo challenge, the following poem and its miniature illustration also have a peaceful theme. My father was in the Middle East in 1941 thinking about the sun rising in his home country. I give you the first of four stanzas.
This week, it really was a challenge to find a photo in the war album that suited a peaceful theme… I like this one of the sun rising behind the pyramids, though even this photo has a disturbing darkness.
Another photo from my father’s war album. There’s also his postcard-sized painting on the same theme: